"Neither do I take part in it without request from Okoya," answered Hayoue, sharply. "But Okoya has spoken to me about it and begged me to see his mother in his behalf. I have therefore a right to be here and to speak."
"We expect sa nashtio also," the woman remarked.
"Nashtio! Who? Tyope?" Zashue looked at his wife in surprise.
"Tyope!" Say exclaimed, "he shall never cross my threshold. I mean Topanashka; he shall give his speech; him we want and expect."
"In that case you do not need me," replied Zashue, attempting to rise. "I go to my people." Hayoue touched his arm.
"Satyumishe," he said gravely, "it is not well for you to leave us now. We must speak with you more."
"It is none of my business," growled the elder brother.
"And yet you must hear about it, for Mitsha is a daughter of the Koshare."
"She is not Koshare herself, her mother only and Tyame hanutsh are entitled to speak." Zashue was becoming impatient.
"Hachshtze," Say interfered, "I know that you are not fond of Okoya. Still he is good."